Lucifer in Moonlight

NOTE:  The poem title is a completely unveiled and shameless allusion to “Lucifer in Starlight” by George Meredith, but the poem itself has nothing to do with that one. The name “Lucifer” is used to refer to a creative force rather than The Great Enemy. The “Prince of Darkness” cliche was intentional, as was the overuse of adjectives and adverbs. I wanted to create a sort of mixed type of imagery, something that is at the same time artificial/decorative and fiery/primal. Hope you enjoy!


The Prince of Darkness dreams of snow,

trees heavy and silver as he sings

to the fire rolling beneath.

His crescent lips are never still,

diamond-studded fingernails moving

to bring forth fragile worlds.

He drapes himself in their skies

as in a cloak

He dances through their horizons,

languid and alert,



caressing valleys shaped like lovers’ backs,

filling oceans with oysters and teeth.

Without talking he speaks to you

And this is what he says:

He says

Listen −  don’t you know that

there’s no difference if you rise or fall,

as long as it feels like flying.

He says – you asked for fire,

and you cry when it burns,

How does that make sense,

How does that make any sense at all?

These things he says as he touches you lightly,

and before you know it,

he’s inside.

The traces he leaves can’t be seen,

but they dig deeper than the deep,

and as you turn to chasm and ash,

He stays the same.

With borrowed eyes he dreams of snow.


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